U.S. Air Force Special Film Project 1236, "SAC Command Post"

SAC

 

A 17-minute propaganda film made by the US military in the early sixties, in part to counter the impression given by films like 'Dr Strangelove' that a deranged general could start WW III

You can watch it and other Cold War propaganda films at the National Archives, Motion Pictures Unit.

 

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Play this for me...

Dress Sexy At My Funeral by Smog  
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Dress Sexy At My Funeral by Bill Callahan

(for Judith)

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Joy: Alan Bennett's Diary in the LRB

For Emma

15 December. My best Christmas cards are always from Victor Lewis-Smith, who lives in the Lake District, not far from Sellafield: ‘I persist in telling visitors on the fell that the building they can see in the distance is in fact the Kendal mint cake factory, whose chimneys are emitting exotic mint vapour. It’s for the best, it really is.’ - Alan Bennett

Vol. 32 No. 1 · 7 January 2010

LRB

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Joke # 8

A man spies his wife in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom

"Mirror mirror on the door, make my bust a forty four", she says.

Her boobs grow to a fabulous size.

The man, thinking two can play at this game, waits until she is out.

"Mirror mirror on the door, make my cock touch the floor", he says.

His legs fall off.

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New Tube Map showing the @ Line

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The river is back, and welcome to the @ Line (once known as The Circle Line).

See all the maps at Transport For London - http://www.tfl.gov.uk/gettingaround/1106.aspx

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Song of the Day: Papercuts - White Are The Waves

White Are The Waves by Papercuts  
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More from Papercuts at: http://pitchfork.com/artists/5127-papercuts/

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Style Guide: Travel Eye Mask by Otis Batterbee

Otis Batterbee

 

Beautifully made eye masks (I have the Pistachio Corduroy & Shirt Check styles, above) which are lavender-filled and have a russet coloured cotton velvet backing. My flat has copious amounts of light flooding in on even the dreariest of days, which is very welcome but does present a problem when one would rather doze in the morning. I'm not a fan of blackout blinds, let alone *shudder* curtains, so these lovely eye masks are a perfect way to get a little extra sleep.

Classic British Style online from Otis Batterbee. I also heart the mood board they have on the site.

 

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New Crush: The Blake Wright

The Blake Wright

The Blake Wright

The Blake Wright

The Blake Wright

All illustrations from The Blake Wright. Thanks to Jane Aldridge (@sea_of_shoes) for the link.

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Race Report: Run Richmond Riverside 10K

On the coldest morning of the year since late March, some one thousand of us are standing by the Thames towpath in Ham, upriver from Richmond Bridge. Around 700 are competitors, the rest spectators and officials of the Run Richmond Riverside 10K. We're all somewhat cold, nervous, excited even.

I'm also, along with nerves and excitement, slightly relieved. This is the last race of my nominal 'season', a completely arbitrary period of time the beginning of which was marked by a race back in February of this year, the first time I'd competed since 1991. The relief comes from having stayed free of any serious injury throughout these 8 months while running 5K & 10K races at regular intervals and surviving two half-marathons. There was one avoidable and stupid injury to my calf, which came about after running one morning following a great deal of wine the previous night (dehydration cramp which I then aggravated to a grade 2 tear by running a 10K the following weekend. Like an idiot). It's easy to spot the point where this occurred on the race chart below.

2009 Season

There are two broad categories of road races - the first, traditional male-dominated sport that I wrote about here - and a more modern, charity-centred and female dominated one such as today's race, run in aid of the Macmillan Cancer Support. The defining feature of the latter type of event, it strikes me, is the preponderance of inflatable sticks that can be bashed together to create noise while displaying the sponsors logo, and the large dense foam hands that children especially love waving.

Today's run will take us a short distance up the towpath towards Richmond, around some cones then back past the start and out towards Kingston with the river for company all the way before looping back after Teddington Lock. The advantage for the spectators is they get to see the athletes not only at start and finish but also once we're a little strung out around the 2K mark, in a tidy procession of relative ability. In particular spectators appreciate competition amongst those bringing up the rear, and those final bursts of energy that lead to sprint finishes are warmly applauded.

With this many people jostling in a confined space I'm taking no chances, and stand in the front row for the start, with a handful of others who will form the lead pack. "Ooo, we've got some serious runners here" laughs the girl with the microphone, before leading the majority in a synchronised warm-up minutes before the start. The front runners stand around shaking their legs in time-honoured fashion, and bouncing up on the balls of their feet; more a sign of nervous energy as much as a useful exercise. We all have electronic chips on our ankles that will be triggered by the large blue mat that we cross at start and finish (during a recent half-marathon they had placed a mat mid-course at the 10K mark, though the split time it gave was nonsense according to my watch).

The start, despite the technology is a farce, the amplified girl shouting "Go" after suddenly announcing it's almost time to begin. The first fifteen of us sprint clear of the pack, and I keep up the overly fast pace for the first kilometre until settling back into my race pace by the time I head back through cheering spectators. After 4K I'm averaging 4 minutes 10 seconds per kilometre, which one might say was as planned, if hasty calculations on the train down here count as planning.

The river path, aside from a small section around the lock is gravel and stones and your feet slide around just slightly - it's not as uncomfortable as when running on cobbles but when full traction returns on one short section of concrete there is a noticeable increase in pace from the four or five runners around me. By this time the leading female runner is in the pack alongside me, and for the remainder of the run my race is a competition between just a handful of people. We get to the 9K marker (markers 7 and 8 both having gone AWOL, so I'm unsure of my pace now) at 38 minutes, and everyone finds an extra few inches to their stride. The path is firm underfoot, and I'm running as fast as at the start, just a few metres behind the girl from Woodford Harriers who wins the women's race. We both finish in 41:37, which is 20th place for me, a new personal best at that distance and overall second in the veteran categories.

For a long period of one's running life you are counted as a senior runner, an undifferentiated mass. Then, after your fortieth birthday it's back to small age group ranges, similar to when you first start out as a teenager and, just like then you are in line to win age-related categories. Added to that is the very useful introduction of the WAVA percentage, which compares your time over standard race distances to the world record holder for your age. You can see my WAVA table for this season's best performances below.

2009 Season WAVA Chart

The WAVA stats are sometimes used to decide the 'true' winner of a race, allowing for the inevitable decline in aerobic fitness as one ages. It enables a seventeen year old and a seventy year old to compete equally. Rather more interestingly, from a personal perspective it allows me to compare myself with earlier selves. I mentioned at the start that the last time I competed for a season was 17 years ago, and I kept a training and racing diary that year - allocating WAVA percentages to my times for 5K and 10K races back then gives me a useful comparison with my current fitness. The result? I'd probably beat my 30-year old self by a small margin.

Men come up with all kinds of responses to inevitable middle aged crisis; from twenty-something girlfriends to leather jackets, motorcycles to forming pub rock bands or playing soldiers with other men in fields at the weekend. However we show it (and it's a requirement that it be an embarrassment to all but us) the urge is no different than the one so precisely exposed by 'Ten Years Younger'. This season, I turned the aerobic clock back 17 years; as for the 'Ten Years Younger' bit, I'll let you be the judge.

Run Richmond Riverside 10K

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"Up and Down the City Road..." - via New North Press & India Knight's Posterous Blog

Visit India's Posterous

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